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Some days I feel like I'm going crazy. And still other days I feel like I've already gone. And I've got this sinking feeling that there's someone behind me, but when I turn back around they've already gone.
And I try to blame simple things like my died; or the drugs; or the drinks; or the stress from my job. And I can't help but wonder: Will this weight on my mind move down to my shoulders and cripple my spine?
And You say "It might be a ghost." But if ghost are real, then god is real. And if god is real, I must be insane.
Some days I feel like I'm going crazy. And still other days I feel like I'm fucking insane. I can't help but wonder: How's this gonna end? It's just red bike, some flowers, a bug and again and again.
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